The heart was locked inside the gloomy prison,
The wounded soul had no desire left,
But she has come, for some unknown reason,
And took my heart - it was a perfect theft
It seems I've known her for a thousand years,
Like she's the one I've lost back in the days,..
To find today,.. but there's a whisper, my mind hears:
"You never learn, your foolish heart again obeys,
And you will see - it will be thrown away, again
Just like a piece of trash, into a garbage can,
You should forget her, for your own sake!
Come on, start thinking, get yourself awake!"
"Oh whisper, you have come so late,
Now - only she decides my fate..."
The Whisper, you have come so late...
© Copyright: Джимми Ли, 2012
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